Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i see a website
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
propensity within someone
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
magnetisation/form
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
that looks like my instagram account
thank you
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
is this you as well
yeah
magnetises a pin
your feed looks like my tumblr
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
currently
i understand
really i want the internet